I grew up in a town in the middle of nowhere. Like, dead smack centre of nowhereville. It was so rural that, yes, I do actually know how cow-tipping works (but don't do it: it can kill them: their stomachs can rupture).
Weirdly enough, nearly all the people who lived within walking distance had kids about the same age as me, and naturally we all kind of egged each other on into all sorts of trouble.
Easy access to diesel, archery equipment, firearms, rappelling gear, fireworks, mountain bikes, camping gear, and horses meant that among us there was usually one or 2 injured at any given point in time. Good times, but I think the reason my parents had my younger siblings was because they didn't expect me to survive.
Oh, and those flat-earthers? They're NETs, both with Master degrees, and pretty smart and reasonable when talking about normal things... ... it's just... I mean... how... I don't understand.